He had me against the wall, and my arms were around him.
It happened so fast. With his touch on my arm, he had me out of the booth and through the door, and then bam, his lips were on mine, and I hadn’t been expecting it. Not that touch. Not any of it. As soon as his fingers were on me, there was an explosion of sensation.
A feeling of familiarity, and of home, and excitement, all at once.
But then his lips were touching mine, and that was a whole other ball game.
My body was burning up. The looks. The feeling of him watching me all night long. How he had enjoyed me at the game, all of it was rolled up in one burst of electricity.
I could’ve climbed him like he was my own pole, but all I did, for one brief moment, was give in.
I surrendered, because he hadn’t been the only one thinking of this since that Thursday night. My body had been aching, but then sanity came back to me, and I shoved him off.
I was panting, my pulse pounding. My whole body was flushed, and I was sweating.
His gaze was unsteady, and I felt a moment of triumph, because I did that to him. Not that he’d been quiet about wanting me, but he’d felt in control. This whole time, he’d been toying with me, but now he was off kilter, and I was the reason.
This wasn’t just a one-way street. I had power over him too.
His eyes glazed over, and he began to move in again.
I shot a hand against his chest. He held back, but his hands moved to my legs, where they gripped me in place. He had one holding me up against the wall, cupping half of my ass. His fingers pressed in, and he moved his pelvis into me.
I started to make a noise, to stop him, but then he was there and he was touching me, and dear god, he felt so good.
He ground against me, and I almost forgot where we were. The haze of wanting his lips on mine again was so strong, but a burst of laughter sounded on the other side of the door. It was like a bucket of water drenching us. We were brought back to reality once more.
Reality sucked.
His eyes closed, and he pried his hands off of me, forcibly taking a step back. He raked a hand through his hair, his eyes flashing an apology, one that seemed genuine. “I hadn’t intended that when I brought you out here.”
Breathing was hard around him. “What did you intend?”
“Honestly? I have no idea, so maybe I did intend for that to happen.” His gaze lingered on my mouth, and his eyes darkened.
He was about to go back in when I sidestepped him. I reached behind, finding the door handle. My chest was still rising and falling at a rapid pace, my heartbeat a loud drum in my ears. “I think”—I winced at hearing how raspy my voice was because he did that. He had that power over me—“it’s very obvious, whoever you are, that you are not good for me, or me for you, so let’s leave this behind us.” I was half whispering those words, and my heart was squeezing again because my body was screaming for the opposite of what I was saying. But I knew, I just knew, this wouldn’t end well. One night wouldn’t do it for me. He was already under my skin, and that was from one kiss. I shuddered at what would happen if we did have sex. This guy was disastrous for me.
His eyes were pained, but he was listening to me.
I paused, because this had to be final, and I hardened my voice. I hardened everything inside of me. “You should stay away.”
I didn’t give him a second to argue or, worse, touch me.
I opened the door and slipped through and pulled it shut right behind me.
I paused, one beat, but then as I felt him start to open the door, I did what I never thought I’d do.
I fled.
